New Poem – Wraith

Every year when the veil thins

and the two worlds merge as one,

she tiptoes across the bare fields

under the cold gray skies

wearing a cloak of autumn leaves,

stops at an abandoned cemetery

at the riverside,

rushes past the creaky gate,

and the moonlit graves,

 kneels beside a nameless stone

 sweeps it clean with her gentle hands

and  lays a clumsy bouquet of

wayside beauties gathered on the way,

She then lights a votive candle and spreads

a feast for two; mulled wine, fruits, nuts, berries,

and a loaf of rye bread.


Shadowless like silence

she sits under the wiccan moon

clasping the little life that came too swiftly

and went too soon.


All through the Samhain night

you can hear her lament with a sorrowful heart

“Why O why they buried us

so far apart”

Dreams Tossed In Paper Boats – New Poems

imprisoned in the melancholy of this long  winter

my heart is an origami of desires

no glue

no scissors

no staples

no ripping

no stretching

no crossing


a simple folding



and  becoming

what we couldn’t


between magic and mayhem
need and disruption
I write
of dreams
tossed in paper boats


I am weary of being entangled

in the tangle of your customized truths
take away those distorted mirrors
those ever-changing, ever concealing masks
take your carnival to some other town
set me free, my love


Even though you are gone

to another country

another arms

I will forgive you

and keep alive

the illusion of our

doomed futurity


your love
the ‘road not taken’

the adventure is over


 back to writing


I had vowed not to write love poems but my fingers have a mind of their own as you can see.